my first christmas.

my. FIRST. christmas!

i don't really understand what this christmas thing is all about but it seems to be very important.  all i know is that i felt great amounts of love and joy.  i know that my parents will tell me more about it as i get older because it has to be more than just a feeling and more than the gifts and sparkles... something about a baby.(ok. i know about babies. i mean i kinda am one.)

a very special baby and a very special gift...

my very first christmas surrounded me with all the people that love me. i'm coming to find out that i love them very much too. in all their craziness. 

apparently we spend christmas eve with my mama's family.

after a very special meal that always includes my nanna's delicious tortellini soup(don't really know how delicious it really is yet...but i'm told it is quite good)

 my family adorns hats and coats to drive to the christmas eve service.



Nanna and I- this is my special christmas dress.



this is my mama's most treasured part of christmas.

 a small quiet group singing "silent night, holy night" behind the glow of candles.

 the true meaning of christmas.

 the celebration of the birth of God's only son-who came to earth to endure pain and temptation...all for us.

we then headed back to my nanna and papa's house to open gifts and spend time laughing and enjoying each other's company. 





i didn't get this joke- but it was very funny to everyone else

 

christmas morning back home in our "treehouse" apartment.

we then spent christmas day at gramma and grandpa's house.

Grandpa and i

Gramma and i

 my crazy cousins. :)



my fellow baldie... :)



Merry Christmas!